Regina hadn't made it one hundred feet from Caroline when she saw Snow, and another fifty gave her a good look at who she was talking to. Her mouth shaped a hopeful smile, because if Yasmeen's lover was here, too, then that meant it had to be her Snow, didn't it?

Before the thoughts had time to finish forming, Dyson got up in Snow's face--and Regina didn't give a damn who he was or why it was happening or even if either of them had ever met her. She lifted a hand and a streak of pure white magic, born of her love for Snow, streaked out and slammed the man in the chest, lifting him off his feet and throwing him at an empty table.

And then Regina rushed forward to her daughter.